Due to the funeral of a young woman, I had to postpone the meeting with a youth group by two days. When we met, I showed a picture of the young deceased in a PowerPoint presentation. At the end of the funeral, the guests had thrown a small wooden star onto the coffin. So I had brought a larger wooden star to the youth group so that I could take a photo of the star and send it to the family of the deceased girl as a sign of solidarity. As the afternoon ended, I forgot to take the picture. I remembered it a little later. But the young people had already left. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. A girl came back. ‘We haven't taken the photo yet!’ she told me. ‘But now almost everyone's gone!’ - ‘It's great that you remembered and even came back again,’ I let the young person know. ‘Of course, otherwise I would have reproached myself!’ I quickly took a selfie of the four of us who were still together and sent it to the family. Over 60 little stars came back via WhatsApp. The starry sky of solidarity was shining.
